SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 46: Phase 2: Haunted By Slykharns
"Thinking of how best to choose your death?" Omar cackled.
But Altair wasn’t even paying attention to him.
His mind was already several steps ahead, running through his options with calm calculation. Heracles wouldn’t want to be summoned unless the opponent was worth his time. King Arthur might have moral conflicts fighting children. Delilah, on the other hand, had no moral conflict she might just kill Omar in the process—and that was a problem.
Altair didn’t want him dead.
He was just a foolish kid eager to prove something that didn’t need proving.
His last option was Musashi.
But first, he wanted to test his own strength.
"How about I face you one on one?" Altair asked, his voice calm. "Make it a fair fight?"
Omar’s grin widened, but there was something cruel in it now. "You think I care about fair fights?"
He gestured broadly at his group.
"We outnumber you two to one at best, and you think I’ll just throw that away?" He paused, his eyes gleaming. "Besides, don’t either of them look familiar to you?"
Altair’s gaze shifted.
The two figures standing behind Omar stepped forward slightly, and recognition hit him like a cold splash of water.
Duncan and Millot.
Prince Lex’s lackeys.
They weren’t freshmen, they were third year students.
"Oh, Fleur," Altair thought bitterly. Her little stunt during his early days at Gran-Lusia had come back to haunt him. Hard.
How long did the Slykharns hold grudges?
Apparently, a very long time.
"Stand back, Finn," Altair said quietly, not taking his eyes off the group.
"What?" Finn said, confused.
"Stand back."
Finn hesitated for only a second before taking several steps backward. His expression was tense, uncertain, but he trusted Altair enough not to argue.
Altair’s mind shifted into combat mode.
Even if Duncan and Millot were lackeys, they were still seniors. And he’d already made the mistake of underestimating opponents once before. He wasn’t about to do it again.
"Don’t you two have exams to write?" Altair said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Duncan’s eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenching. "Worry about yourself, kid."
The archer—Omar’s original partner—retreated silently into the trees, her bow already nocked with another glowing arrow. "I’ll keep an eye on the other one," she called out, referring to Finn.
Altair’s pulse quickened.
He was outnumbered. Four against two. And he couldn’t summon carelessly—not this early in the exam. Mana management mattered, and if he burned through his reserves now, he’d be vulnerable later.
But he also couldn’t let Finn get hurt.
His hand moved instinctively to the Blue Azuri Ring on his finger.
The ring pulsed faintly, responding to his intent.
"Haze of the Lost Seasons: Winter."
The ring flared with light, and a cold white mist began to descend around them. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, thickening rapidly until the entire clearing was blanketed in a dense, freezing fog.
Visibility dropped to almost nothing.
"He’s casting!" Duncan shouted, his voice sharp with alarm.
His right arm bulged grotesquely, the muscles swelling as his skin turned a sickly green. He lunged forward with terrifying speed, his massive fist raised high.
BOOOOMMM!
His fist crashed into the ground where Altair had been standing, sending rocks and dirt flying in every direction. A crater formed where the impact landed, chunks of earth scattering like shrapnel.
But Altair wasn’t there.
He’d already moved, his body disappearing into the thickening mist like a ghost.
Duncan straightened slowly, his breath coming out in harsh, visible puffs. He turned in a slow circle, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pierce the swirling white fog.
"Shit," he muttered. "What a bastard."
He turned again, more frantically this time.
"Hey, guys! I lost him!" His voice echoed strangely in the mist. "Guys?"
Silence.
He spun around fully now, realizing with a sinking feeling that he couldn’t see Omar or Millot anymore.
They were gone.
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Altair climbed quietly into a tree, his breath calm and regulated as he ascending high to observe the group.
The mist swirled around him like a living thing, and he could feel its effects working exactly as intended. The temperature had dropped sharply, and the visibility was near zero for anyone who wasn’t him.
He observed them through the fog.
Duncan, isolated and confused.
Omar and Millot, somewhere to the left, clustered together and trying to maintain formation.
The archer, still hidden in the trees, her bowstring taut.
He was outnumbered.
But if he wanted to take them on, guerrilla warfare was the most effective strategy.
His samurai instincts—the memories of Satoshi Ono—surged to the forefront of his mind. He’d fought in situations like this before. Outnumbered. Surrounded. Using terrain and misdirection to survive.
This wasn’t so different.
"Coward!" Omar’s voice rang out, furious and sharp at this point. "Come out and fight like a man!"
Altair didn’t respond.
He shifted silently through the mist, moving through the branches to get a better angle.
"Hey, Omar," Millot’s voice came next, quieter and more nervous. "I think we should find Duncan."
"Don’t leave my side," Omar snapped. "That’s an order."
Millot hesitated but stayed put, a bit irritated, imagine a freshman yelling at, but Prince Lex’s orders were to follow Omar, and they dare not disobey the Prince.
Altair watched their confusion in a bit of amusement, but then, the job was only half done, the though of using Delilah resounded in his head as this environment was ideal for her powers, but there was still the risk of something too fatal happening.
He was about to place his hand over his summoning seal when...
Omar’s jaw clenched, his frustration mounting. He raised his hand, and his summoning seal blazed to life on his wrist—dark smoky light staining the white mist.
"HOWL, LARIX!"
The seal pulsed, and an aggregation of smokes formed a figure beside him.
The six-foot shadow fox, Larix.
Its body was sleek and black, with fur that seemed to shift it’s form from solid to gas and back to solid. Its eyes glowed faintly yellow, and smoke oozed from its nostrils as it sniffed the air. The creature’s claws dug into the earth, and its ears swiveled independently, searching for sound.
Omar grinned, his confidence returning. "Find him."
The fox lowered its head, sniffing the ground carefully. Then it turned sharply, its eyes locking onto a direction in the mist.
It growled low in its throat.
And then it moved, climbing onto the trees and aiming for Altair.
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Altair saw the fox coming.
Its silhouette cut through the mist like a knife, moving fast even as it leapt from branch to branch. Its tracking ability was clearly enhanced—probably scent-based and sound-based.
He gasped under his breath and immediately called on Miyamoto Musashi. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
The seal flared but the fox was already close, it’s jaws wide open as it dived to chomp off Altair’s head when—
TANG!
It’s fangs clamped onto the blade of Musashi’s long katana.
Fu-THOOM!
What followed was a winding round-house kick that sent the fox rocketing through trees.
The creature yelped hard as it broke through two threes before crashing into the third.
"What!" Omar’s breath hitched as he turned nervously to the whimper of his fox as it crashed through trees, what made it more worrying was that, he could only hear sounds, he couldn’t see a god-damned thing.
"Are you okay, Master?" Musashi asked, crouching to meet the kneeling Altair.
"Yeah, I’m fine.. hold on a second" Altair paused raising his index finger. "You speak English?."
"Hahahahaha" Musashi allowed himself a fat laughter. "Of course I do, but of course speaking in Japanese always sounds cooler"
"Don’t you agree?" He asked raising an eye brow.
"Yeah, yeah, but looks like we have another problem". Altair said, reminding him of the battle they were in.
He turned downwards, Altair activated the [Bond Skill] enabling Musashi to see comfortably through the mist as well.
Beside Duncan, a large green Orc stood, wielding an Giant War-axe. In between Millot and Omar, A transparent Jellyfish floated mid-air with beats of it’s tentacles.
And further away, the fox had risen back to it’s feet, shrugging itself before moving slowly towards their direction.
"I’ll handle this" Musashi said
IMPORTANT NOTICE: There was an error in the publishing sequence, The Chapter (Phase 2: Three vs One) comes immediately after this one. It will be adjusted soon as I get a response from my editor, thanks for understanding.
